Around and in the Albino Woods you’ll find all number of dwellings. From torn apart old tents to rusted hulls of vehicles or delapitaed mud brick structures and shanty type buildings. Nearly all have either been used to exhaustion or forgotten all about to slowly fall apart and rot. One small building deep in the darkest parts of woods remains standing, reasonably strong. It looks as though it may have been a very small church, or part of one that was barricaded for defence. The barbed wire and timber are still quite durable despite the rust and mould. Over one of the crumbled walls a large iron tank plate has been crudely fitted. If you look close you’ll see patches of blood and one is lead to imagine this grim hovel as being a last stand for some poor souls. Whoever manned this tiny post has long gone. The only sign that soldiers or soldier once held his ground here is the solitary rusted lasrifle on the look out on top of the hovel.
This is my second terrain submission for the Chapel Project